There was no room for
pity in the Decepticon forces. This, Starscream was constantly
reminded. After every failure and screw up, there came pleas and
begs for mercy. None of which were ever answered with pity- only
rage and sadistic satisfaction.

Tonight, Megatron seemed
to be feeling extra generous. He threw the air commander onto the
metallic floor, recieving an almost inaudible whimper. Starscream
always tried to mask his pain through the beatings; trying his
hardest not to give his almighty leader the pleasure of hearing him
scream. This, however, only increased Megatron's bloodlust.

The larger bot bent down
and hauled Starscream up by his wings, leaving dents on either side. The flier gritted his teeth in an attempt to muffle the groan aching
in his throat. A ghost of a smile played upon Megatron's lip
components, seeing his second squirm.

They had just gotten off
duty; both caked with dirt and dried energon from some unnamed
Autobots that had been so unlucky as to cross their path. It had
been a quick kill, not enough to quench Megatron's thirst for
screams. And then Starscream had said something. Megatron couldn't
even remember if it was more less than helpful critisism or just some
sarcastic remark, but the deed had been done. That shrill voice had
spiked his intrest and before the second could even file the
encounter away in his memory banks, Megatron had his jugular in his
grasp. The deathly grip tightened, the more Starscream struggled
against its hold.

Of course, Megatron had
released him just in time and ordered him to get repaired. He always
disliked playing with already broken toys.

But now, Starcream was
damaged not by the hands of some wondering Autobots, but by Megatron
himself. And that made all the diffrence.

"Speak,"
commanded the Decepticon Lord, forcing Starscream against the wall. The flier's feet dangled as his master lifted him higher by his
scruff, "Speak!"

With no answer, Megatron
struck, ripping and shredding the wires connecting to the his
shoulder. Bolts popped, metal bended, and Starscream's energon
sprayed across Megatron's silver casing. The sound of Starscream's
arm clanging to the floor was soon accompanied by a blood-curdling
scream. There was no holding back now, as Starscream's whole body
was consumed in agony. Megatron threw him to the side and watched as
the seeker doubled over in pain.

Oh,
how he sang! Those screams echoed through his
audios, pleasing him as he basked in his second's cries. He stood
over him, looking on as Starscream rocked back and forth, running his
vocals dry.

But all good things must
come to an end, as Megatron had learned from all their past
experiances. When Starscream's pain had died down into numbness, and
the cries and screams reduced into whimpers and sobs; Megatron was
left wanting more. This is when he would realize that his thirst for
the screams would never be satisfied.

Oh well, there was always
next time.

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Disclaimer: I don't own
Transformers, if I did Optimus Prime would've shot Hot Rod with
Megatron.

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